Of course you’re an artist. You come from a family of artists. I’m an artist, your grandmother was an artist, and so was your grandfather.” – My Father
Anthony Joseph Pollizzio 9/3/1926- 9/18/2017
Dear Friends and Followers-
I received a call this morning that my Dad passed away in his sleep at 9:35CST. I may be indisposed for a few days and since I usually post daily, I wanted you to know.
If you have read any of my stories about my dad, you know he was never much of a constant in my life. That said, I forgave him a long time ago. He was being true to who he was, and that was all. It was nothing personal.
My lovely daughter sent me this photo once I told her about her grandpa. For the first time ever, I noticed the beautiful leather butterfly on his boot. If ever there was an apt description of my dad it’s this:
He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.
I will be watching for you Dad, in my garden- Free as a butterfly.
While I am away, if you’re interested, you can read some of the following stories I wrote about my father. I love him, now and forever. He has been the source of inspiration for much of my writing and I suspect will continue to be, for after all, he told me – YOU ARE AN ARTIST.
They are listed from first to last.